After the rebirth, the empress took the tragic script of Meiqiang

Chapter 9 The Truth

Shengjing is the largest city in Kyushu.

The wealth that Dajing has accumulated for two hundred years can be seen in Shengjing City.

Smoked willow-painted bridges, wind curtains and emerald green curtains, cities lined with pearls, and households filled with beautiful flowers. The closer you get to the palace, the more luxurious you become.

Ye Qinghuai looked at the grand scene in front of her and couldn't help but sigh in her heart. The last time she sneaked out of the palace like this, she was not the Ninth Five Supreme Being, but the fourth prince who no one cared about in the court. At that time, she only had one wish in her heart,

That is to grow up quickly and reach adulthood early, so that he can ask his father for a fiefdom, leave Shengjing with his mother and concubine, and go to a border town to live a free and easy life.

Who could have imagined today?

Those who wanted the throne could not get their wish after a lifetime of earning it, while those who did not want it were crowned with yellow robes. It can be said that flowers planted with intention will not bloom, but willows planted with willows will form a shadow without intention.

Fate is so ridiculous sometimes.

Ye Qinghuai wore an inconspicuous blue-gray cotton robe and shuttled among the crowds of cars and horses. From time to time, she looked up at the storefronts and attics on the roadside, sizing up the passers-by. Like a country bumpkin who came to the city for the first time.

, everything Ye Qinghuai saw was a bit novel, and he couldn't contain his excitement.

This is her grand scene.

This is the first time since she ascended the throne that she has seen the land that belongs to her from such a perspective.

There are men drinking and chatting loudly in the roadside shops, there are children coquettishly begging their mothers for snacks at the corner stalls, the aroma of food is floating on the street outside the restaurant, and there is a faint atmosphere in the high-walled houses.

There was the sound of reading loudly.

Ye Qinghuai looked at everything in front of him, feeling inexplicably happy and proud in his heart.

This is her great scene. The great scene of He Qing and Hai Yan. Everything is in order, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and all businesses are prosperous.

With this sense of relief, Ye Qinghuai walked and looked around. After a while, she discovered a terrible fact.

She is lost.

Shengjing is divided into Shangcheng District, which is close to Miyagi City, and Xiacheng District, which is far away from Miyagi City. The literary school she is going to this time is located at the junction of Shangcheng District and Xiacheng District, from Donglinmen all the way through Shangcheng District.

The roads in the city were straight and horizontal, and they were mostly large enough for two carriages to drive side by side. The roads were easy to find, so she did not expect to get lost before leaving the palace.

Ye Qinghuai looked at the brick path in front of him and the high walls of the houses on both sides. The path was empty. Some of the bricks paving the road had cracked. There was a hint of green in the cracks. They were weeds that could withstand the cold.

.It can be seen that this road has not been repaired for a long time.

We should have reached the junction of Shangcheng District and Xiacheng District.

Ye Qinghuai raised his head and looked at the direction of the sun. It was already setting in the west, and it would be dark in half an hour.

There was no one around here, so she had to find a road and find someone to ask for directions. Ye Qinghuai looked around, then found a random direction and hurried away.

After walking for a little while and making three turns and two turns, Ye Qinghuai finally walked out of the path and entered a wider alley.

However, the scene in this alley made Ye Qinghuai stop.

Between the towering courtyard walls, on the cold brick floor in winter, there are beggars in ragged clothes, sitting or lying down, lifeless, unkempt, and it is difficult to tell whether they are men or women, or whether they are alive or dead. The whole alley is covered with beggars.

It’s so full of people that there’s not even a place to stay.

Ye Qinghuai looked towards the end of the alley. At the end of the alley was a street, where pedestrians and carriages could be vaguely seen passing by. The setting sun shone slantingly at the entrance of the alley, coating the white corners with a golden afterglow. It was warm, but

But the warmth could not shine into this alley or these beggars.

Ye Qinghuai calmed down and tried to walk to a nearby beggar and squat down. She saw that it was a woman. She was leaning against the wall and leaning diagonally on a child lying next to her. Her eyes were She was scattered, her lips were chapped, and she seemed to be breathing heavily. She only had a tattered single coat on her body, which was already dirty, but her hands were still tightly holding the child beside her.

Ye Qinghuai asked tentatively: "Madam, do you know which direction to go to the liberal arts school?"

The woman didn't respond at all, and didn't even raise her eyelids, as if her eyes had been frozen in the cold wind.

Ye Qinghuai asked twice more, but she still had no response, which made Ye Qinghuai even doubt whether she had frozen to death.

"I'm sorry." Ye Qinghuai raised his hand to see if she was still breathing.

At this time, a small door in the alley suddenly opened with a creak, and a servant pushed a two-wheeled cart out of the small door.

The woman next to Ye Qinghuai suddenly came to life. Her thin body seemed to burst out with powerful power. Like a hunting dog, she jumped up and rushed towards the car.

Not only her, but all the beggars in the alley suddenly came to life and rushed towards the car, as if they would die if they were too late.

The servant threw the car into the alley, looked at the beggars with disgust, then stepped back and closed the door.

Ye Qinghuai was startled by the woman's sudden movement. After a while, she stood up and walked towards the alley. When passing the small car, she glanced inside and found that there was a wide The wooden barrel in the mouth was full of leftover food, and the air was filled with the smell of wine and food, and there seemed to be some smell of meat.

These beggars were frantically grabbing food around the wooden barrel, like wild dogs on the roadside. Ye Qinghuai saw a hand that was red and black from the cold grabbing a fish bone with fish meat attached to it. Put Sai into his mouth.

She suddenly felt nauseous.

Ye Qinghuai ran out of the alley in three steps and two steps at a time. She didn't hold on to the wall until she reached the entrance of the alley and retched.

After she calmed down her breathing, she raised her head and saw the spacious Qianyuan Main Street. The street was bustling with people, with the sounds of shops selling goods, the sound of carriages and horses, and the sounds of pedestrians talking. The air was filled with a light gouache. The smell is very good.

Ye Qinghuai raised his head and looked at the magnificent three-story building next to him, with three big characters on it - Baiweiju.

It turns out that this is the largest restaurant in Shengjing.

Ye Qinghuai looked out the door of the restaurant and saw an adult in a fur coat getting out of a carriage on the back of a servant. The boy outside the door immediately greeted him with a smile on his face.

Ye Qinghuai bathed in the golden light of the setting sun and looked back towards the alley. The depths of the alley were covered in darkness and she could not see anything. But she knew that there were many beggars wandering on the edge of life and death, waiting every day. At the back entrance of this restaurant, these adults were fighting with each other for a bite of their leftovers.

A trace of sadness appeared on Ye Qinghuai's face.

This is also her big scene. It is the big scene that she does not know, it is the little-known side of this city, and it is the backlight side of the prosperous and prosperous scene.

While the rich wine and meat smell, the road with frozen bone.

She was at the top of power, used to hearing eulogies, and seeing the beautiful scenery of the prosperous and peaceful times. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes today, even if someone told her that there were people dying of hunger in the middle of Shengjing City, she would never believe it.

But now, she couldn't help but not believe it.

Right under her nose, in the prosperous capital, there were still people who had no food to eat and no clothes to cover their bodies. But she, sitting on the high throne, had nothing done by these people. She didn't even know

the existence of these people.

A sense of guilt and shock arose in Ye Qinghuai's heart.

She looked south along Qianyuan Street and saw a long vermilion wall at the end of the rows of eaves.

It was Dajing Literary School, the cradle of literati and scholars all over the world.

(End of chapter)